Pilot Arms

[Science fiction] [Mecha] [Mercenaries] [Not cultivation through mecha] [Realistic mecha combat] [Amnesiac genius] This story draws heavily on Armored Trooper VOTOMS, Mobile Suit Gundam, and Armored Core. If you want a completely realistic style and dislike making things more accessible through systems like the unit classifications in Iron Saga, I apologize. After all, I want more people to read this. But this time, I'm writing in the direction I truly want to go, and I promise it won't end as abruptly as the last one did, even if nobody read it. The ironclad "hounds" roam the wasteland. After Earth's expeditionary fleet subdued the local corporate wars in the HD-Lambda 17 "Twin Halberd" planetary system, the people of HD-Lambda 17-I, "Anvil," seemed at last to have found peace. But Earth's forces maintain peace only on the surface, the independent corporations are at odds with one another, and countless "retired" pilots have been left behind. All of this is a problem. As a result, mercenaries, the "gloves" of various factions, have become even more prosperous than they were during the corporate wars. And our legend begins twenty years after the war ends: an ordinary UM, and a "specimen" who has lost his past. They themselves are the aftershocks of a legend.